A Poor Girl - Poem by Lizz Lodwick
Oh, woe is me.
Trapped in the frugal life of a poor girl.
A mendicant to the rich snobs.
Strictured in a house, filled with palid dust.
I'm in an abyss.
A minimized lowly inert.
Trapped in my own personal hell.
Encroached in dire.
Discrunted to captiulate my rubbled life.
A life full of sorrow and regret.
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